Is it me who has forgotten?
(Or) is it your voice in my head?
Words are bouncing everywhere and losing their place,
but are these my thoughts or your promises?
And will you remind me of who I am, when we meet again?
I sense the dampness in my hands, as I cling on to your rope, but the void in your silence feels eternal
I find my solice in looking at my(self) in the mirror-are these colorful pictures my nature or you reminding me of your unconditional love in my fading imagery?